I saw her lips moving, although I am preoccupied with preventing premature ejaculation, rendering me unable to discern her real words.
“What?” “I enquire, perspiration accumulating on my forehead as I sense a desire intensifying in response to her swaying hips.”
We are destined to remain virgins, are we not? Jimmy emits a moan, nearly slapping his forehead in exasperation.
“I shall interpret that as a negative response,” she giggles quietly.
I disregard him, while Ricky chuckles softly as she gradually removes her top, revealing her bare breasts before me. A lump constricts my throat, my gaze fixated on the prominent brown peaks before me. A provocative wolf tattoo is situated between her breasts, accompanied by flowers and teardrops that stretch beyond her underboobs. I yearn to savour her tattoo, however I am at a loss for words, a feeble sigh passing my lips.
“Am I causing you distress?” Would you like me to cease? Ricky enquires, her arms hesitantly encircling her torso.
I shake my head at her while Ricky gazes closely at me.
“I require words, Jadi.” “It is crucial that you inform me if I am exerting excessive pressure on you,” she articulates, inclining forward so that her lips nearly touch mine as she converses. “You may articulate at a slower pace if it facilitates your communication.” “I am not in a hurry,” she whispers, her hands gliding down my abdomen to grasp the hem of my shirt.
Our lips connect for a tender kiss, her hips rotating slowly, my arousal nearing its climax.
“W-wait,” I exclaim as I seize her wrist to prevent any more movement.
She becomes immobilised, her cheeks adopting a pale pink hue. I strive to focus on my articulation, yet my speech remains slurred.
“I-I…” I utter in exasperation, irritated with myself that my words fail to articulate clearly.
She bends forward once more, her face positioned closely enough that her minty breath grazes my chin.
“Simply inhale,” she whispers. “Enumerate to three and attempt once more.”
I attempt to speak once more, although my anxiety has ensnared my tongue. I desire to vociferate at the Moon Goddess for rendering me in this manner, yet I remain mute when Ricky articulates.
“I overheard your conversation with Braylon,” she says, a surge of astonishment coursing through me.
I believed I concealed that effectively.
“I am aware that there is nothing I can articulate to persuade you of my sincerity,” she remarks with a chuckle. “However, I cherished listening to your voice,” she admits, causing my heart to nearly miss a beat.
Did she adore it?
“It was delightful to witness your ease with him,” she reflects with a smile. “However, it also pained me that you were unwilling to share your voice with me,” she continues. “I would never regard you unfavourably due to your manner of speaking… Believe me, I would relish hearing you stutter my name while we engage.”
Jimmy erupts in laughing, and I dread contemplating the crimson hue of my face, as both hands strive to conceal the searing warmth of my cheeks.
She laughs at my timidity, removing my hands from my face.
“I do not feel any shame regarding you, Jadi.” “I merely wish to convey this to you,” she states softly. “Therefore, you need not fear revealing your true self to me.”
I absorb each word, my gaze fixed on my garment, which continues to conceal my scars.
“Are you apprehensive about revealing them to me?” She enquires, her expression softening as she gazes at me.
She kisses my lips when I nod, one of her hands directing my to her lower abdomen. I perceive indentations and contours at my fingertips, and she smiles at me.
“You did not observe my stretch marks upon your initial glance at me, did you?” She playfully guides my palm over the numerous stretch marks on her abdomen. “Do they disturb you?” ”
Her smile broadens when I shake my head.
“Why would your scars concern me?” She nonchalantly shrugs. I take pride in my stretch marks as they signify my identity as a mother and my resilience in carrying my child independently. Your scars are indistinguishable. “They recount your narrative, detailing the adversities you have endured and triumphed over.” She clutches a portion of my shirt, her gaze fixed on mine. “Could you share your narrative with me?” ”
I observe her eyes briefly, discovering tenderness and patience intermingled among the brown tones. A smile spreads over her lips as I elevate myself into a seated position and remove my shirt. Her gaze traverses my exposed torso while her hesitant fingertips glide across my skin.
She delineates the S-shaped scar on my hip, her touch eliciting a tingling sensation over my flesh. Her fingertips trace the other scars on my torso, interest glimmering in her eyes.
